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Post by *~ForestWind~* on Jan 28, 2009 19:45:03 GMT -5
Moonlight casted down across the forest, though the thick shadowed trees blocked out most. A she-wolf layed out, pushed agaisnt her usual rock. She was out on the edge of Obscuredsoul's territory, where she usual slept every night. Her teeth were clenched and eyes shut tight. Every few moments another spasm would rip inside of her, though she made no sound. No longer would Kiyiya's stomach be swelled to the size of a balloon. She hated that feeling of weakness, not able to fight in her prego state. Everyone had said giving birth was terrible and painful, but she strongly diagreed. It was merely a burden, and she did nothing but barly flinch with surprise. It went on for hours, until her golden pelt was coated with morning dew. Kiyiya got to her paws slowly, darkness lightening. She shook off her long fur, then curling back around her four healthy pups. Finally she would be able to go on hunting sprees... The she-wolf raised her head, searching for Remorse. Surely he would like to see his strong kin. Soon these pups would follow in the foot steps of there parents, and they would be a family of stength. Killing would be easier, and all weak packs would fall. Kiyiya licked all of them on the head, three males, one female. Just then the feeling of death was upon her, and nodded to embrace it. Usually most would run in fear of this sence, but she was different, and went looking for death instead. But the golden pelted wolf just hoped that the new brute, Skoll wasnt around. Maybe that was just her mothering instincts kicking in... "Belikov..." Kiyiya barked, nosing at a strong looking brute. She noticed how much like Remorse he looked like. "Cerberus." She nodded at another big male, alot like his father yet with golden streaks like her. "...Nerezza." The only female, but had a fierce sence. She looked at the last pup, who looked much smaller then all then the rest. Narrowing her eyes, she decided to name him 'Small wolf' from the Indian tribe she was originated from. "Misun." Even though he was small, that didnt mean he couldnt be strong, right? Remorse was smaller then most wolves, but most learned quickly that they shouldnt under estimate him...
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Post by » Sacrifice on Jan 28, 2009 20:23:36 GMT -5
Speaking of the assasin blood colored wolf, out of the moring gloom he appeared, on his ledge where he overlooked the rest of the world, waiting for some poor soul to wander into the wrong lands, to challenege him to a battle, and to loose horribly. In his mind, he was doing the right thing, ridding the world of the weak wolves that the land was burdened with, and letting only the strongest run free. It really wasn't his fault, after all, how could one say it was, after the pack he had been born and raised in? There, the weak would be killed on site, kin or not. He had to learn to be that way to survive the time he spent there. So, it was not just a habit he had slipped into, rather it was a way of life he had learned. Turning, he glanced down upon his female, and his pups. Darkness came from all but one. The runt of the litter. Good seemed to come from him, as Remorse caught the feelings from the pups. Lips curling up, he decided to let that one live, at least, he would let his good pups have fun with the weakling. If they had darkness in them as they should, it would be like a game to them, seeing how far they could psuh the other wolf before killing it. Oh yes, they should make him very proud. In a breath, the red wolf was there, inspecting the pups. They all had variations in them, but it was obvious he was their father. His only daughter looked almost exactly like him, and his oldest son had his same frame and everything. His other son had more of his mother in him, but Remorse found himself there as well. Good, good. There would be no doubting the relationship when he took them out 'hunting' as they got older. Grinning his dark grin which seemed to make one's skin crawl, he turned, nodding to the pups. "Good. All aside from the runt, a good litter of strong pups." He said softly to the she wolf. His two colored eyes flickered over to the trees, watching as usual.
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The little brown yet red tinted wolf pup, oldest son of Remorse, Belikov growled lowly in his sleep, twitching slightly as he chased after whatever puppies dream off. With a start, he awoke, two colored eyes, although not colored in the same way as his father, blinked as he gazed around, obviously unsure of this place. It was cold, but not in a bad way, like the figures who surrounded him. Darkness radiated from them, though more from the red wolf then the she wolf. His senses told him who they were, his mother and father. The warmth of the bodies beside him demanded his attention. One was a sister to him, the other a brother. The last one was... differant. Differant in a bad way, that was. After all, there was something inside of Belikov that demanded for him to attack the last one. Unable to walk, much less attack yet, however, the deep brown and red wolf turned away, as though to keep the other wolf out of his sight line.
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Post by *~ForestWind~* on Jan 30, 2009 12:57:21 GMT -5
Kiyiya turned to look at Remorse, the world seemed to get darker as he appeared. She knew that he would come around to see his own pups, they would be strong above anything. She couldnt wait until they would grow a bit, so they could all go out together. The forest would fear them, a pack better then all the rest. Weak was terrible, and only the fittest would provale. The she-wolf narrowed her eyes, golden pelt shadowed. She never said much around Remorse. She achually didnt say much around anyone. There was no need too, and her mate knew everything she was thinking. Kiyiya just knew so, and she always belived there was a link. He was her master after all, he transformed her, and now these pups would be great. The sun was coming up now, and she wanted to move into the darkness again. The light irratated her, and longed for a dark cave. The golden pelted she-wolf sniffed at all the young wolfs laid by her side. Remorse had said that the runt wouldnt be good, but she wasnt too sure yet. Even though he was strong there was a possiblility that he could be strong... "You think? Maybe he will change." Kiyiya barked, though she had that same feeling. It didnt matter though, the rest were good. "The other pups will decide if that one stays. If he is good enough tht runt wil be able to defend himself among the rest." She growled, knowing that was how it usually went. If a pup wasnt strong enough at birth, it would die. If it wasnt strong enough to fight others, the kin would kill it at play. Maybe that was why play was so important... weeding out the ones that would just hold the family back. But as she looked down at the squirmming pups, one thing remained at the back of her mind. She couldnt wait for another killing spree..
A large pup stirred slightly, moving around to get a feel of everything. All though his eyes were not open yet, he senced the shapes around him. He could make out his parents already, and could feel the cold tendrils of darkness pulsing out from them. It felt so strange to be out in this odd world, but he liked it some how. It wasnt as cramped as the womb, and scents now made his nose twitch. The brute already had thick mussels underneath his blood red pelt, and the golden streaks made him look shimmering. Cerberus turned, noticing the other small shapes next to him. He grinned, already small fangs growing in. Two of them had darkness already thrusted upon them, and accepted them already. But Cerberus abruptly let out a low snarl, deadly grin turning into a grimace. The third pup was... something else. It was truely revoling, and it made the young brutes claws itch. He couldnt stand that other male, and already knew that he would have to die. How he yearned to do it now, but soon the longing was over powered by the need of milk. Cerberus found his mother quickly to suckle, but knew that one day that last pup would have to leave this world, one day when he was stronger. The other two would help him... No way he would remain living in some strange world knowing that sniffling little weakling was his brother. Only one could stay alive, and of course the weak always fell first...
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